i am in love with you (212)
for your picture penetrates my brain.
like, TOTALLY.
i am in love with YOU.
and my main
landline
doesn’t know my pain.
it says it’s done
with me.
(847) cannot complete me.
(815) doesn’t even know me.
plus it says,
“oh please, do not talk about me.”
we all change numbers
we all find hundreds
of reasons
to believe
that we aren’t
for us.
(818) i see my old friends
buying grain and fuel from their old ben’s
in the midwest.
and i wonder why i’m so in love with you,
and why their motherland is their only end.
why (312) is gauging their happiness.
he says he can’t complete me
that all these men
are “done with me.”
like i’m some kinda slut that’s
“killing me.”
(512) charged me with murder.
and i didn’t even know her.
“figures,” he says
as he blows her.
we all change “partners” or “people”
and then we all find all of our reasons to believe.
love does crazy things.
enough to throw me out of this
(210) double wide
that they decide
is for me.
we can’t understand these seasons,
all we can do is see–
that trust is a reason
for treason.
I guess we should leave.
